Poetry, Arts, and Publishing

Raven Writings

Ay, I, Daniel Hall, spirit of the raven, creature of the Dreaming, write these words.

The world is beautiful. A diamond covered in grime. Or is grime encased in diamond? Ach, look through the diamond. See how it glimmers, see how the light of the world shines through it. The light angles, my friend Diamond or grime you decide.

Ach, I saw the face, the crown of night, the moon. Half dark. Half light. Balance. the sacred third. And the sun dove, sleeping. setting. splash of orange paint against a dark curtain. and it was beautiful.

Ah, to woo oneself with wine, song. and women. Beautiful dancing women, breasts going up, down. Love songs. Or the songs, the young get their freak on with. And wine, lots of wine. Imibement of the spirits. A raven, can dream, can't he?

I wish to bestow affection tonight. Bare skin sliding against another. Warm. To embrace and sleep in anothers' arms.Two, three tangled. Sanctuary. Peace. An odd sereness.

And to get my freak on, of course. Hrrmrrmrmrmrm.

I wish to draw, paint, meditate. I am at peace right now. Inner peace.

Note: Daniel Hall is another of my names.